Getting a new home 

  

  
My name is Hazelnut and I’m taking over this blog. I just moved into my forever home Thursday  after being in the system since September. I used to live in New Mexico until they moved me to the wet and rainy Oregon on December 3rd. After 5 days in the new digs, a lady came to visit after I had surgery. I wasn’t one bit interested in her since she didn’t have food, but she did sit with me for an hour. The next night a man with a fuzzy face came to visit. I liked him right away. Then the lady showed up again with a huge spotted dog. They had FOOD! I loved them right away! They stayed with me for a while then left. The next day the lady came back and put me in the car. I was super worried and whined the whole way to the first stop. She took me to a place filled with many yummy things and nice people. She tried different collars and harnesses on my skinny body until she was satisfied. I got to eat lots of treats! Then we went on another car ride home. That big crazy spotted dog was there! His name is Moby and he’s the boss. There’s also a cat and she really is the queen of the house, which is more important than boss according to Moby. She scares the collar off Moby! I’ve not formally met her yet, but she has hissy fits when she sees me. I don’t think we will be friends.

  After being in my new home for a day, we took a trip to the V-E-T. Me and Moby went into a room together and I barked my head off at the strange ninja people who came in the room. It scared the pee out of me! They had cookies, but I didn’t trust them. My new dad showed up and I felt better.  Moby was overjoyed to see him and his barking stopped. I kept going because I had to protect everyone from those evil ninjas dressed in black! They even had evil black tools to look in my eyes and ears! How rude! Then they played with my knees and it hurt!  One of the ninjas took me out and weighed me. They said I’m 3lbs underweight. That’s why I’m so skinny. I also have bad sounds in my lungs and icky eye goobers. Life hasn’t been too good for me, but now I’m looking forward to eating lots of yummy food and sleeping on comfy couches. 

My parents talked a bunch with the vet lady. They used words like “surgery, TPLO, therapy, upper respiratory infection, and behavior problems ” .  What behavior problems? I bark to protect my family! They bought me some tasty stuff called medicine that is supposed to make me feel better and take away some of the pain. We went back home and Moby bit my ear when mom went outside to get my crate in from the car. It smarts! Mom had to clean it and try to hold on to my ear. When she would let go, I would shake it and restart the bleeding.  It was fun and then she gave up. It did stop bleeding after a bit. Moby was kinda sorry, but I was pestering him bunches. He doesn’t like to share space or chew toys. 

Today is pretty nice. I’ve been cuddling with mom, had breakfast and those yummy meds. We’re going outside every couple of hours and I’ve not had any accidents inside. I really thought the indoor soft carpeted pee area was too good to be true! Right now I’m drifting off to sleep on the couch with Moby. I think I’m gonna like life here! 

  
Keep stopping by to see how things turn out! 

Love,

Hazel  (formerly Dove)

Ouchy

zeek n reggie

Reggie here again. We haven’t been pleased with the past couple of days and it’s all Mobys fault. He was the one who decided to roll in that nice bit of stuff in the yard and it probably made his sew-up spot extra ouchy. In fact, he’s the one who has been getting all the attention. Ok, so Auntie IS throwing balls for me (yes, I started calling her auntie because Zeek told me too. He knows more than me since he got more poodle. He said it wasn’t nice to call her the “she-feeder”. Mr Smarty!  If he’s so smart, why hasn’t he figured out how to use the flap downstairs?  I did in the first week! He told me he has a reason… but won’t tell me why.) Moby is oozing stuff out of his neck and shaking his neck to decorate the walls. Pretty cool stuff! But he has been acting funny and not wanting to play or chase as much. Auntie started him on Zeek’s medication over the weekend and spent a bunch of time talking to people on the phone about his problem. She doesn’t want to take him in because they have to give him lots of drugs just to look at his neck. Zeek and I love the vet! They can look anywhere as long as they let us kiss them and we get treats. Uncle brought home replacement meds tonight and 2 weeks of meds for Moby. Ha!

Did I tell you Zeek tried to eat one of the cats? Her name is MeMe and he tried to catch her when we went out on a walk. He thought she would be YumYum! Ha ha ha! He pulled his leash away from uncle really easy. Uncle doesn’t seem to know we like to run after cats or deer, so he forgets to put the loop around his hand. The cats don’t walk by the front door or even try to come in the house. Zeek and me love to bark at them. Uncle took all 4 of us out on a walk on Saturday alone. Ha! We tried to make him fall down several times by wrapping the leashed around his legs. It was so funny! Auntie laughed when she heard about our walk.

Maybe tomorrow Moby will be feeling better and we can go out again. Oh, and that crazy Maggie will be gone tomorrow too. I don’t like her. She steps on my head when I try to sleep. It makes me very angry so I bark and get grumpy at her.

Zeek is feeling much better. He’s almost done with the pills, which he hates to take. Auntie had to shove some of them down his throat because he didn’t like the special beef wrappers they are “hidden” in. She thinks she is so smart by putting them in yummy smelling covers, but Zeek knows! I would gladly eat them cause they smell so goood! MMMMmmmmmm! Zeek spits them out and I try to get to them first, but Auntie is too fast. Maybe tomorrow she will be slower!

House Guest

the group

The Pack: back row- Zeek, Reggie & Moby with Maggie in the front

Reggie here again: My brother still doesn’t wanna talk, so I’m gonna tell you about our new friend. Her mom brought her over last night with a big bag of yummy smelling stuff that Moby and I had to snarful thru. Her name is Maggie and she seems to know this house pretty well. She told me she doesn’t like to play with just any dog, and growled and showed her teeth at me. For such a little thing, she has big teeth! I kind of think she will beat me up if I keep pestering her, so I’ll stop. She gets really barky at the big bird when he squawks. Something else she does is get on the furniture! She walks all over the couch, chairs and big bed! Me and Zeek don’t do that… unless the food people are not looking.

Moby looks funny with the blue thing around his neck. He’s not supposed to go out and play for days. I bet he does when we go out to play BALL! That’s all I want to do right now. I keep wagging my big tail and pushing the ball to the she-feeder.  We had so much rain yesterday and I just wannna go play in the mud. Maybe there is still some of that good smelling stuff Moby rolled in yesterday morning, if the rain hasn’t washed it away.

Zeek let me show his tooth picture before they cut it out of him. It looked really yucky! I hope I don’t get anything like that. Bet that’s why Zeek doesn’t wanna say anything yet.

zeek cavity

Time for ball!

New Home

Reggie here! Our mom decided to go on a big adventure (some place called New Zealand… I wonder if they have balls there?) without us. She tried hard to figure out a way to bring us both along, but it just didn’t work. So we have to stay behind and guard our new house. The new “food people” seem to like us. They take us out on walks and feed us “healthy” bland kibble. We really liked the junk food from before. They have another dog named Moby. He is the same height as Zeek. He doesn’t always like me very much and sometimes picks fights over my most favorite thing in the world… BALLS! I love balls almost more than food. I could fetch all day long if they would let me… but I do get tired, but I don’t want to let go of the ball… so hard to choose….zzzzzzz……

reggie sleep

We have only been in the new house for 2 weeks and the she-food person found something wrong with my brothers mouth. I think I’ll have to let him tell that story tomorrow. He’s still not feeling very well today. We all went to the Vet yesterday….

zeek rest